14 weeks...

Weeeelllll hhhhheeeellllloooooo...

Welcome to our pregnancy!

I know y'all are all kinds of disappointed you missed the first 13 weeks which consisted of pretty much me falling asleep at random times during the day and me telling Chris he and Aubrey Kate could have absolutely anything they wanted for dinner.

As long as they left my house to eat it.

I spent a great deal of time breathing deeply through waves of nausea from the hours of 3:00 pm to 9:00 pm.

"Morning" sickness.

True mommy confession: Since I have to work during Pumpkin's nap time, I would let her watch Sesame Street at 11 am. When I would fall asleep on the couch. She would wake me if she needed anything. Like, say, to tell me Elmo was no longer on the screen. But for the most part, I was able to blissfully dose in and out of sleep for a solid hour.

Go ahead and judge. I can take it.

But now...NOW...I feel like a new woman.

Been "morning" sickness free for over a week. This is about the same time I stopped being sick with AK too.

So my remaining symptoms are wicked vivid dreams and not really caring to eat. I felt the same way last time too. Which just proves this kid is an Evans. Really.

Food tastes okay. I can pretty much eat anything and I'm not really having any cravings. I'd just rather not eat. You can throw a zillion different options my way and you'll get an "Eh" with a shoulder shrug.

Even ice cream.

And if you know me, then you understand the enormity of that statement. Because I consider ice cream an entire food group like vegetables or lean meats.

I have a great new doctor up here in my new little world. She's awesome. She actually gets the Celiac thing too. Which is good. And since I have it, I get a big ole ultrasound every four weeks to make sure baby is growing.

Yes, thank you.

But also, because I have this thing, it appears it is now way easier to gain weight during the pregnancy. Let's just say I really need to eliminate the Ice Cream food group.

I should but I probably won't.

So apart from the wicked vivid dreams (which are of a different subject matter than with Aubrey Kate), I feel like a normal girl. Now.

One last note. The belly. I've always heard you show sooner with the second. And well, "they" are not kidding. At least for me. I "popped" at 11 weeks. Since then, I can't tell a difference. I realize that's only 3 weeks but still. I'm in that awkward stage where I look like I'm either barely pregnant or I need to spend some quality time on a treadmill. I get weird looks at work like hummmmm...

My maternity clothes are still a bit big. But my infertile/first trimester clothes are getting tight. I still have a pair of regular jeans that fit because they are A) my "fat" jeans (don't even claim you don't have a pair of those) and B) they sit very low so the belly is growing over it.

You're welcome for that visual.

I hope they fit for a while because I love them. And those really cute maternity jeans I mentioned before are about two sizes too big.

And now you are up to date on The Pregnancy 2012!